Cat redirects towards Hancock, who looks a little stymied but got Cat's gun ready to hand off to her instead of hovering uselessly. She skids to a stop - grabs it - aims at the mutant on top of Prometheus - fires.

The back of the mutant's head explodes into a spray of gore, and abruptly he slumps, becoming very literal dead weight.

The mutant with the knife in his head stumbles backwards, trips, and crashes to the ground. He'd managed to pull the knife out and blood is now pouring down his face and creating a large slick puddle on the ground.

Epime's boot-knife connects solidly with the mutant's calf; unfortunately this just means that his grab for her turns into an uncoordinated lunge. He does have the presence of mind to try and pin her with both hands, suggesting that he might have been the brains of the operation.

That leaves the fourth mutant, running lopsidedly but still on his feet, making a beeline for Cat, Hancock, and Sidora. Hancock, looking maybe a little too gleeful at getting in on the general violence, braces himself and his shotgun and fires both shells directly into the mutant's chest.

Well, even Prometheus' chassis is going to need either a little bit of time, or further assistance, to get the dead weight of the supermutant off him.

Epimetheus makes an angry, metallic sound, and tries to wrench herself clear of the supermutant's grip.

The supermutant has latched onto her forearm and refuses to let go. He jerks in the opposite direction, trying to use her to cushion his landing.

The mutant Hancock fired at is now flat on his back, briefly dazed, and the one with the ruined eye is only barely upright, swaying from blood loss. Unfortunately, now he has the knife.

Cat fires at the one with the knife. She misses his head but rips a hole in the side of his neck, hastening the blood loss. He screams and turns on her; she swears and chambers the next round.

Hancock cracks open the shotgun, slaps two more shells in, and strides over to the flattened mutant, who is starting to push himself up. A point-blank shotgun blast to the head fixes that, and another one stops it from looking like a head, just for good measure.

'Sidora fires two shots at the mutant aiming at Cat, tries to ignore what's going on with Epime and 'Metheus. He'll worry about that once combat is over.

She wrenches her arm in the opposite direction. The sound of metal twisting and tearing is not pleasant.

Epimetheus shifts, pulling the twisted, jagged remains of her arm back and giving herself enough momentum. She aims at the underside of the mutant's chin, going for the brain again with the sharp edge tearing her arm in two left.

Cat looks over, startled by the noise, just in time to see Epime thrust her entire arm through the mutant's head. She does waste a couple seconds gaping at that, though in her defense the fight is almost over anyway. No - not her whole arm, the stump of it, sheared unevenly just above the elbow. Fucking hell.

Epime forces her arm sideways as she starts to tug it free.

He manages to not look by sheer force of will. (Epime will be fine, she's resilient.) He focuses on the one remaining mutant, aiming for its head - he's not on a par with his siblings but he's still a good shot.

It's almost a mercy kill - the mutant can barely stand up, let alone fight. Quiet settles over the scene, save for the wet sounds coming from Epime's direction.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Cat mutters, then looks horrified at the realization that she's said it out loud.

"Epime," 'Sidora complains, seeming far more horrified by the damage to his sister than what Cat just said. "Seriously?"

"Quite fine, sir," she says, finishing removing her arm from the mutant's head. "It was the most expedient method of dispatch. I may require some assistance with reattaching it. And with removing what passed for brain matter in this thing from my wiring."

As she speaks, she grabs the other half of her arm and tosses it to Anesidora who catches it. Then she moves over to help Prometheus remove the corpse from on top of himself.

"I second Sir's 'really'," Prometheus notes as Epimetheus also hauls him to his feet.

Hancock did hear Cat, and opens his mouth with a grin. She cuts him off before he can say anything.

"Are you okay?" she asks, walking closer to Epime. "Should we get you patched up and come back here another day?"

Epimetheus smiles. "I am quite fine," she assures. "This is barely a handicap at all. If it were a leg we might have a problem."

"We should get you patched up though," 'Sidora points out.

"But we do not need to wait before continuing. It is hardly a though we have bloodloss or pain to concern ourselves with."

Cat shrugs. "Good enough for me. I'll bet you the whole cache we didn't get lucky and there's still a bunch of mutants in that building, though. And I still have no idea where the thing is." She shoulders her rifle and grimaces. "This is gonna be fun. Anyone need a stimpak or anything before we go in?"

Hancock raises his hand. "Jet?"

Cat fishes around in her rucksack and tosses him an inhaler, which he pockets.

Prometheus meanwhile is removing what he can from the internal workings of Epimetheus' arm, and then presses the sides together, forming a sharper point, and hopefully protecting the internal wiring from any more damage.

"I will look at it properly later," he states.

'Sidora hands Epime her arm back when she holds her still-attached hand out for it, a slightly resigned look on his face.

"M'good," he says in response to the question about stimpacks, checking his gun reflexively. "Ready when you are."